I found the words I was looking for
tucked away inside the attic,
between the nineteen-twenties bicycle pump
that might one day come in handy
and the vinyls we’d inherited
without anything to play them on.
I peeled them from their hiding place,
shook the dust loose
to gain a better look.
Decided to keep them for a rainy day,
and pressed their petals between the pages
of yet another notebook.
When the freezer broke
poems of you came flooding free.
I didn’t know
that was where I’d stored them.
Perhaps I’d been trying, much like always,
to keep them from going bad.
Sun-baked and burnt,
stories of another world
crawled across the decking like ants
in neat lines of black type,
each bearing the weight
of a word count five times their size.
Halfway through the washing
was the character I’d been waiting for.
Curled inside the flannel,
I almost felt guilty for shaking her free
when her elbows clacked against her knees
all limbs and adventures
tangled up as one.
One day, I worry,
all the hiding spots will run dry.
There will be no more words to find
no matter how much I may try
and the notepads will have only petals
where once there was ink
and the keyboard will sit silent
where once I could make it sing.
I decided to just see where tonight’s prompt took me for the dVerse Poets Pub’s Met The Bar Evening. I haven’t written a proper free write poem where I just spew words in a while so I thought I’d give it a go.